As the smoke ascends around me,

As the coffee cools beside me.

I feel that I am drowning,

Losing myself in frowning.

Hope abounds though – I feel it rise…

Can you feel it? Hope tries to hide.

Behind the fear – that hungry beast…

Hope shines aloft like the golden fleece.

Hope at last. At last there’s hope.

No need to feel too weak to cope.


The coffee gone – the smoke no more.

I realise I have hope galore.


© The Secret Poetess